Echos In The Dark (A Creepypasta fanfic)Dont read it sucks last chap is a summry

chapter: 11

    Ok so Its your author again. Well two days ago so... Tuesday some of my friends added me into a bunch of group texts and it was like spamming my phone! So then there was this person I am pretty sure that it was a girl but they txted me and you know I just wanted to know who the person was and why they were txting me!

Here is the conversation. ( I am not going to put the names in just for the random person(s)'s privacy)

Them: I am *****'s friend ~*****

Them: Hi ~*****

Them: Who is this

Me: Who are you and who si *****

Them: Stop texting me I think you have the wrong # I WILL call the cops if you text anything else to me STOP

(end of conversation)

Then I have not said anything back and it has been about an hour or something. (cussing here)

After I got that I literally yelled  some pretty bad things\ (not on text)then I decided to rant to you I will post the next chapter on this note TODAY! sorry for not updating lately it is not like I don't have time and i have things written but I am too lazy to type the stuff up....no excuses so i will update today. Also put your ideas for this story down in the comments. Also I am going to make a Halloween special. I will post it on Halloween. I will do the same for Christmas thanksgiving and Valentine's day. I might even make an Easter special too. I am trying to write but my imagination is not being nice to me or to you by giving me writers block so if you have ideas please tell me.

"Damn girl that was deep!" It was Jeff who said it. Typical.

"Yeah, I know that it is our job and all but you could have killed her too..." Painter's voice sounded almost pained...almost.

"I am sorry Echo, even though we kill people  and we like to leave people to suffer the price of being alone. I am still truly sorry." Puppeteer said sympathetically. 

The other Creepypastas just stared at L.J with a WTF man face.

"I will show you to your room Echo." Slender said. I nodded. We walked down the corridor as some of the creepypastas left to go to probably another mansion. Following them were Splendor and Trender. When we got to the room I noticed many art supplies in the room as well as videogames, a mini fridge, and some other things. "You may decorate as you please my dear." the tall man said. "Also you will be starting a new school with Painter and Toby tomorrow."
     Nodding I turned and peered around my room again. I walked into my room. The walls were white. The floor was a type of light wood I could not identify, and the furniture (minus the bed) was black wood. On one wall there was a flat screen t.v. with videogames and movies on shelves under it. In the corner closest to the door was a good sized dresser with a mirror. Across from the t.v. was my bed, a black bunk bed with the bottom as a couch.there was a bay window wedged between a wall and the closet that had white, translucent curtains hanging down from the ceiling. The curtains were tied out of the way with a dark purple ribbon. Not wanting to go back downstairs I laid on my bed and fell asleep.

I woke up to someone poking me, I swatted the hand away when I remembered something about starting a new school today. I would be going with Painter and Toby.

"Echo we have school today you don't want to be late so you?"

 ·Read this post on facebook....sad :(

You wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that "Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up." Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad... Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn't know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried...your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. I'm here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we've NEVER talked before, I'm here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care.
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